I Long For the Sugar of Thy Lips, an Offering to Tim Mitchell

Forgive me, my Beloved,

For I have scolded You in my lonesome hours;

Drawn dark sketches on the tablets of thine Heart.

Know that these tainted arrows –

However painful - were unintentional.

That like the new-born, in the arms

Of the mother filled with longing,

I came to adorn you with sweet kisses;

To weave, with roses,

An embroidery of supernal beauty.

I am in search of Your Majesty;

‘Though the quest is long

And Your pinions may wound me,

Know now that I seek only You, not Paradise,

For Thy Love, is my only Delight.

So although my afflictions be many;

‘Though I bleed on the echo of Thy Spirit,

I long for the sugar of Your lips;

To melt into the flames of Thy stillness,

And become Your perfect doll.

Manatita, The Lantern Carrier, ©Copyrighted 22^nd June, 2017.

~Awakening The Inner Light ~

"Come, come, come, O moon, O stars,
O sun of the blue-vast sky.
Come to hear the flute of Immortality in my heart,
to watch the smile of Infinity in my life.
Here there is no human poverty, no darkness-life.
Here, in this heart-nest of mine,
there is only an endless fountain-light.
Come, come, come. Today the bird of my heart
desires everyone.
Come, come, come, O moon, O stars,
O sun of the blue-vast sky." -Sri Chinmoy